Masochist? Who me?

Ugh. Master’s working again. Which, I mean, I’ve got shit I could be doing. But I don’t wanna.

I also don’t wanna share last night. But that’s got nothing to do with not wanting to talk about it. I just don’t want to sit at my computer typing all day. Though I might not have a choice. Stupid job.

All of my pink parts hurt. My clit’s so sore I dread having to pee.

So let’s see. Where to begin.

I started whining around 3pm that I was horny and wanted to cum. Master said no. He said, “Don’t you want to wait till you can spread your legs and cum for your master?”

When I said I could do both, He said, “You could, but I’d rather you hold it till I get home. See how horny you are by then.”

Bastard. Lol.

But wait! It gets worse!

Not only did He tell me to hold it till He got home; He also told me to plug my ass. Bent over in front of the webcam. While He watched from work.

Oh! I’m not only required to be naked when He’s home. I’m now required to be naked any time I’m home unless we have company.

Well, He didn’t say that. But if I don’t immediately strip when I walk in the door after meeting Him for lunch and returning home, He tells me to. If I try to get dressed after getting out of the shower, He tells me not to. So, yeah. Pretty much a requirement.

Not that I mind. Much. I’m still a little sensitive about it and, occasionally, I get this bizarre feeling that some stranger is watching me. Master is a little strange. Maybe that’s it. =D

So! He got home from work and told me to get dressed. We walked to the corner store, and then the liquor store, with my ass plugged. I’m still learning how to not walk like I have a corn cob up my ass when I have a plug in, so that’s a little embarrassing.

When we got home, He told me to lay on the floor with my borked vibe and fuck myself, with the plug still in, until I came. I immediately started complaining. I’m a bitch like that.

“I’m too fat to be laying on the floor trying to cum.” and “My vibe won’t fit in my pussy with the plug in my ass.” and… There was something else but apparently I’ve forgotten what it was.

He laughed at me. Laughed at me! And responded with, “Well, that was the only option you were given. So I guess you better figure it out or not cum.”

*blink*

Wait, what?

I’m not sure I was serious when I said I don’t want you to change your course because I’m whining, Master. I think I might have been joking. Lol. (I’m actually joking, now, for those who misunderstood.)

So I grabbed some throw pillows off the couch, situated myself, positioned my vibe at the opening of my cunt and… about fell over when it slid in with no trouble at all. I was… a little wet. A lot wet.

By the time I was on the floor and comfortable, He’d spun around in His desk chair. He looked so… God, was He hot. Leaned back in His hair with His chin resting on His hand. That slight smirk that plainly says, “Look at my whore do tricks for me.” The avid interest playing on His face as I fucked myself for His amusement.

And I was His whore last night. From the moment He walked through the door to the last time He fucked me and rudely left me laying there squirming with no intention of giving me permission to cum. And He didn’t. And I’m still squirming.

I don’t care that my clit is screaming at me. Hurt it more, please and thanks. I’m so. fucking. hot.

He made me find my old puppy collar and leash and choked me with them. He punched and kicked me. He made me lick His ass and balls.

He fucked me with a wood clamp on my clit and I attached the zipper to each nipple and my clit. There were tweezer clamps on my nipples already. Talk about pain. Yumm.

Master and I took turns pulling on the leather of the zipper. He would kick the clothespin on my clit and pull on it with His toes.

Ten or fifteen minutes after He came in me, He ordered me to my knees in front of Him and fucked my mouth until He came all over me. I was drenched head to foot.

And then, when we were supposed to be sleeping, He rolled over, shoved my legs apart and began sucking on my cunt. I’m pretty sure I woke the neighbors. Between the intense pain and extreme pleasure, I thought I was dying. Then He fucked me, came, and rolled over and went to sleep. While I laid there whimpering and squirming myself to sleep.

I’m not sure there’s anything hotter than a man who loves His woman as fiercely as Master loves me but can still treat her like the trashy whore she is.

I think it’s time for me to go try to convince Him to either fuck me or let me fuck myself. *nods*